Chapter 6 Chapter Six

This is the most famous street in France and Europe. Speaking of her, everyone will think of one word: "romantic" Walking in from the Place de la Concorde, the smell of perfume is everywhere, and fashionable women will float by like petals; when you see couples kissing each other in the sun inadvertently, you will feel that they are the same at all. There is nothing incongruous about this part of the street. Of course, I'm talking about the Champs Elysees from a few months ago. And now I have heard a German soldier complain to his comrades: "...all the people walk with sullen and annoying faces! I used to hear that Paris was the happiest city in the world, and here Could have had a good time, but now it looks frustrating! I'm disappointed, very disappointed!"

They don't seem to realize who caused all this. Marisa and I headed over to Madame Polone's bar; a mature woman of forty with her own little estate at the end of the boulevard, a pastoral style I'm personally fond of, and I'd visit every weekend before the war I took the time to sit and sit, and then there was Marisa... The two of us walked arm in arm on the ground where cannons and military boots stepped on a few months ago, whispering jokes that belonged to each other. The cool autumn wind did not affect our mood at all.But after a few minutes a loud noise gradually reached our ears——

"What's going on?" Marisa frowned suspiciously, looking at the densely packed figures walking in front. About 1,000 young people in their teens and twenties were marching in line on the street, singing the "Marseillaise" loudly, and some even played the accompaniment of violins and flutes while walking.The expressions on their faces were agitated and resentful, and their singing was loud and clear. I even saw two fishing rods in their hands (Note: The pronunciation of "two fishing rods" in French is similar to "Charles de Gaulle").More and more pedestrians stopped to watch these brave children, and some people applauded them loudly.

"Oh, God," I remembered, "today is Armistice Day, and that's when the Germans surrendered in World War I, utterly admitting their defeat!" These young people are using this to humiliate the enemy, right?I have to admire their guts. Although most people always express their hostility with the details of life, such as refusing to sit next to German soldiers on the bus, naked protests like this are still rare. See! Germans will be very angry! I looked around carefully, and sure enough, I saw many people with gloomy faces appearing on both sides of the parade; there were more and more Gestapo in plain clothes. After all, they would not stand by and watch the conquered civilians challenge their authority.

"Get out of here, darling!" I hugged Marisa tightly, "This could be an accident!" "No, wait a minute!" The girl in my arms suddenly raised her voice and refused, "Shalt! I seem to have seen Joseph!" "what?" "Really, it just passed by!" She anxiously looked at the parade passing by, "I saw him, he was inside!" "He should be out of town by now!" Marisa didn't have time to answer, she broke away from my arm and got into the dense crowd, shouting my brother's name. Damn it! I stomped my foot hard and quickly followed her!

"Joseph! Joseph!" She yelled as she shuttled through the line, and after a while she found the seventeen-year-old boy and pulled him back! "My little master," I hurried to them, "what are you doing here? You should be studying in a house in the suburbs of Paris!" The young man looked at me with an unhappy look, his cheeks were flushed, and his nose opened excitedly: "Of course I should be here! Today is Armistice Day, I have to come to this event!" "Joseph, you know that Mom and Dad want you to stay with them!" Marisa raised her voice a little annoyed.

"It's a coward's act to escape at such a time!" The young man scoffed at this, "I won't shrink back and submit to the Germans!" This brat! "So Mr. and Mrs. Guiaid don't know about your coming to Paris?" I asked, staring into his eyes. He didn't answer, just turned his face away. Marisa frowned: "Joseph, how long do you want us to worry about you?" "Come back with us now, I'll see you off this afternoon!" I grabbed his hand and wanted to take him out of the team! "No! Do you want me to be a deserter?" He threw me off angrily, turned around and got into the crowd again.

Marisa and I were too angry to speak, and were about to catch up, when a sharp siren suddenly sounded in the air, and the whole parade was in chaos like a snake being shot by countless thorns! It turns out that the Gestapo is on the move!At the same time, several police cars whizzed up with smoke and dust, and heavily armed soldiers jumped down like wolves! After getting the order, they took out their guns and rushed into the group of protesters, grabbed the young men by their collars and pushed them to the ground, quickly took out handcuffs and locked them up, and some beat unarmed civilians desperately with batons.For a time, the Champs-Elysees Avenue was filled with the muffled sounds of melee combat, the sound of leather boots, as well as exclamations, curses, and screams.I only saw the shaky shadow in front of my eyes, and countless people bumped into me. I called Marisa's name hoarsely, but she was one step ahead of me to protect her brother, and now she couldn't even see her back. less than.

My heart was overwhelmed with panic and fear, and I stumbled to find her in the chaotic battlefield, but it was completely useless.This place is like the sea surface of a typhoon. I am a small boat without oars. I was overturned several times and got up again to continue searching. All kinds of voices completely drowned out my calling, and I struggled to walk to the side of the road, trying to get out of the melee, when a hard object hit my forehead, and there was a sharp pain in my head immediately , then something red blurred my left eye, and a big hand grabbed my collar from behind and dragged me to the ground.

"Okay, kid, I've got you! Put your hands on top of your head and don't make me rough you!" Pure French, a bastard from the security team! I elbowed hard back and heard a yell, "Fuck—" At the same time, there was another sharp pain in the back of his head.My eyes are dark, I don't know anything... When I awoke the sun had set and maybe the moon was in the sky too—I couldn't see anything through the narrow window anyway. I was lying in a room as dark as night. The room was small, no more than two square meters. There was no lamp, no table, no chairs, nothing. An iron door firmly separated everything. I could only There was a stench of dust and mold.

The head injury hurt like hell, the blood clotted and stuck to my hair and it was uncomfortable.I pushed myself up and sat up with great effort, and something crawled over my hand. I don't know what the hell this is, maybe a prison - I got caught! And what about Marisa?And Joseph...how are they?Did he escape, or was he caught like me?Will it be locked next door to me - no!this is too scary! I leaned my head against the wall; God must have played a joke on us, this sudden disaster was like a bolt from the blue!But I don't want to blame Joseph at all, he just did what he thought was right!Now I have to think about how to get out of this damn place! I carefully identified the hands of the watch with the faint light, but the dial was already broken.I relaxed my whole body and looked out the window without moving. The sky turned from dark blue to dark blue, then became lighter and lighter, and finally began to whitish.At this time, the observation hole on the iron door opened, a pair of cloudy eyes swept me quickly, and then closed again with a bang. My whole body tensed up. About half an hour later, there was a rattling sound from the keyhole, and a strong man in police uniform stood at the door and yelled at me: "Stand up, boy, I'll take you to a good place!" "where to?" "Interrogation room, you'll love it there!" He smiled maliciously and handcuffed me roughly. I followed this guy down the long hallway, out of the prison, and into a building ahead.The black and white patterned floor was very clean. People coming and going were wearing SS uniforms or plain clothes, and some were wearing police uniforms and security uniforms. They pushed and shoved people who were in handcuffs like me, as if they were playing. game! "Here it is, go in!" The tall guard took me to the door of an office in Erlou and stopped. There was a clear typing sound from the door, and there were one or two screams interspersed with the pause. I walked in and was surprised to find that it was actually a very bright, neat room, with modest wallpaper and decent table and chair furniture reminiscent of a drawing room only; Near the door, a brown-haired woman in military uniform sat working behind a typewriter; across from her, Sergeant Belken, bald and holding a whip, stood panting at a wide desk, the chair fell to the ground, A young man with blood on his face curled up in pain; a tall and straight figure by the window was watching all this leisurely, his blond hair fluttered by the wind, forming gorgeous waves. "Bowum mane praecor! (Note: Latin for 'good morning')" He greeted me with a smile and gestured to the adjutant. Two policemen came in and dragged the semi-conscious "prisoner" out.The typing lady put on a new piece of paper. "Please sit down, Mr. Earl." Captain Portman seemed very happy to see me, "You look very bad!" I can't find anything to say to him: Why do I always meet this person when I am the most unlucky?He is my bane! Sergeant Belken graciously lifted the chair for me, and I sat down somewhat resignedly. "I didn't expect you to participate in this unwise gathering. Don't you want to tell me something?" The blonde interrogator also sat down opposite me, looking at me with his chin in his hands. "...I didn't participate, I just ran into..." The pain and depression made my voice very small. "This reason is too convincing!" "Believe it or not, I was just walking there with my fiancée." "Oh, this may be true!" He signaled Sergeant Belken with his slender fingers, and the latter immediately brought over a large stack of documents next to the typewriter. "Let me see . . . ah, yes, here." He waved a piece of paper in front of me. Cell No. 52... Well, there is also a boy named Joseph Guied, do you know him?" It turned out that both of them were arrested! I tried to stand up, and Sergeant Belken put his hands on my shoulders. The major picked his ears and put the paper on the table: "I'm sorry, it seems that the people involved in this matter are very close to you, I think you'd better tell me everything you know, this It is helpful to you." "As I said, we happened upon the parade while we were walking..." "And what about the boy, he didn't 'just happen' to walk with you?" I shut my mouth, not knowing how to answer him. Captain Portman tapped his finger on the table: "He did participate in this parade. To be honest, did he tell you anything before this?" "He moved to the suburbs a few months ago and we haven't seen each other." Sergeant Belken let out a chuckle and patted the whip in his hand. The sound of typing stopped, and the room was suddenly quiet. "You want to say you don't know anything, don't you?" The major took out a cigarette and lit it. "And your fiancée, you're innocent, you can get out on bail, don't you? Never mind, I'll let you do it of." What does he want to do?I am even more embarrassed now than last time, and I have no way to resist.Could it be that he wants to give me a whip and let me lie down and go out? But the major did not order Sergeant Belken to do anything, but just raised his chin toward the door. "Sir..." Sergeant Belken was stunned and hesitated for a moment. The major held up his hands to stop him from speaking, so the sergeant said nothing more, turned around and went out with the female secretary, and the door slammed shut behind me. Only he and I were left in the room, the sun shining through the window on our faces, the blond Nazi stared into my eyes, exhaled light blue smoke, but said nothing.A strange feeling made me fidget, I couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind, I just felt like screaming. After a few minutes, he gracefully and slowly extinguished his cigarette, stood up and walked in front of me, holding out his hand. When my fingertips touched the wound on my forehead, I couldn't help shrinking. "Don't move." He yelled at me softly, grabbed my chin with the other hand and lifted it up, "It's a big opening, if it is not treated properly, it will leave a scar." "Thank you for your concern." I couldn't help laughing at his hypocritical behavior in a sarcastic tone. He let go of his hand: "But there's nothing wrong with it, it can add a bit of masculinity to your sissy appearance." What happened next was not good.Hmph, I knew he wasn't that compassionate. "I know what you want to do most now, Lord Earl." He raised his eyebrows and stopped bickering with me, "You will try your best to save yourself and your two relatives from here. But you do this It must be very difficult." "We were innocent! And Joseph is still a child! What would a seventeen-year-old boy do when his country was... invaded? It was just to vent his anger! You should understand, right?" "I don't understand!" His tone suddenly became a little sharp, "I only know that when I was seventeen, I only thought about how to survive!" I was stunned for a while, and found that the expression on his face was full of resentment in an instant!But this expression immediately faded into the next smile: "...to tell you the truth, this parade made the Military Governor General Stilpnagel very unhappy, and more than 90 people have been arrested because of it ...This is a great opportunity for us to set an example, show you all what happens to people who disobey discipline, and you can even guess what we are going to do? This is not a problem that money will solve." Is he finally going to start blackmailing?I know it's a matter of time, since he brought it up, it saves me the trouble of beating around the bush. "Just tell me, what do you want?" There was a devilish smile on the victor's face: "Oh, are you showing weakness, Lord Earl? I remember that when we met last time, you announced brazenly: If you make things difficult for you again, you will be rude to me. " My chest felt uncomfortably congested, and my hands were tightly clutching the armrests of the chair. "But it's also a smart move to recognize the situation." He stared at me, rubbing his chin with his left hand, "What I want is very simple, just a kiss." "Kiss?" He said it was a kiss? The handsome SS man bent down, ran his thumb over my lips, and repeated: "I said, I want your kiss." I pushed him away and stood up, and the chair fell to the ground with a loud noise. "Are you all right, sir?" Sergeant Belken asked from outside the door. "I'm fine." He replied loudly, and then turned his eyes back to me, "What's the matter, my lord count, you seem to see a ghost." The bastard!He... what the hell is he talking about? It took me a while to find my voice: "Are you gay?" "No, no." He shrugged disapprovingly, "I also have a dark-haired French girl in my apartment." "So...then what do you mean by that?" "I just want your kiss!" "Why? I'm...not a woman!" I looked at him in embarrassment, "Are you trying to humiliate me again? Where did I offend you?" "You really look like a cat with a bared mouth." "Shut up!" "The blue eyes are on fire, so beautiful!" "I tell you to shut up!" This guy must be sick!Madman, he is a madman!However, I could see that he seemed to have anticipated my reaction, and he was looking at me where he was, waiting for my reply. "Is the price very high, my lord Earl?" He lifted the chair up and gestured "please sit down" to me, "One kiss can save two lives, no matter how you say it, you have taken advantage of it." .” He's serious, I get it. Maybe it's nothing important, it's just an insignificant action, just treat it like being bitten by a mad dog, bear with it, so at least Marisa and Joseph have the hope of bail; himself, but he couldn't control the twitching in his stomach. I could clearly hear my heavy breathing in the room, and the interrogation records on the table rustled when the wind blew: "Have you thought about it, Lord Earl, I may change my mind in a while!" I looked at this handsome villain two meters away-fortunately, his lips are indeed charming. "Okay, I promise," I replied in as calm a voice as possible, "but how do I know you'll keep your word?" "Cash on delivery. I'm a very trustworthy person." "make a deal." He reached out to me, I hesitated for a few seconds, and took his hand.A strong force pulled me forward, and I fell into his arms for the second time. "I will look forward to it, Lord Earl!" I wanted to struggle, but I couldn't move. I gritted my teeth unwillingly: "You...why did you come to me? You should give me an explanation!" He smiled, his icy blue eyes swept over my outline with a lack of warmth: "Because ah... I hate you very, very much!"